[murda sho]

Ur pops DIABETIC. So I talk to god & pray it's fatal.
FUCK ur father's legacy. Only thing ur father's legacy is an operating table

U too busy writing gunbars to help him, shit is just bogus
U Lost ur job n he's gon die cuz the only real shots u dodgin are his insulin doses.

Shoulda aborted u. Boardin got ur sad ass breaking down
But u died inside ages ago cuz wen u went off the deep end the black half of u drowned.
He ain't been hungry since b boys. An on rb he's the fagot type.
Guess all that jiz he was talm bout eatin off his hand musta curbed his fuckin appetite.
Got fired from his submarine gig...wow. but the best shit is....
He can't even harbor a grudge.....cuz this piece of shit ain't allowed on the premises
Ur a freakin slob. Maybe u could get work if u speak to god?
for that to happen it'd B Magic.....but u too busy bitin all his bars to APPLY for a decent job.


These were the okay bars here... the verse overall wasn't trash... it wasn't like a dope ass fire ass verse but it was decent.... but Bags... please chill with the nigger shit b.. its really unnecessary